I used to hate how you'd only ask about the weather now I'll take any excuse for a conversation I'm sick of talking to myself
everything used to remind me of something but I've spent so much time repressing memories that I misplaced my own name with my sanity my self doubt got the best of me
if the world's really ending I guess I should prepare but you know I've never been that good at goodbyes so I just want you to know that you're beautiful before we die